Meds to make sick?

Well it turns out I do not have COPD , asthma, etc. at all.  Curious, yes. How then did I wind up coughing day and night, sneezing fits for minutes and taking $200 worth of meds monthly?
How indeed.
Well to recap, the house had black mold and by the time i knew about it I was too sick to fix it myself.  I still didn't believe it was to blame, the idea of some mould in the corner of my bathroom being a hazard seemed absurd.  Sure, furry walls, but this was just a little corner behind the toilet (not). 
Well and there was the cleaning and painting jobs I did, also valid causes of lung and nose issues. So yeah, I didn't question the first asthma attack. I quit smoking that night. (yeah, that too) and it seemed better but the Dr. gave me the rescue inhaler. This I still need, I still have issues when I pant too much. 
So as the cancer did it's endocrine work and I got sicker over all, the lung thing just didn't get attention, instead I kept graduating to stronger meds as the problem exacerbated.  Not once did anyone say that a side effect of more than you need is MORE coughing and sneezing.  I might have experimented sooner.
No, it wasn't till we renovated the bathroom that I fully understood.  The walls WERE furry.  But inside where I couldnt' see, and now I understood this included the other end of the basement too.  Now I still had mold, Dan was not participating in solving it, and I was so fucking sick and all, and now with a hernia.  I absolutely still cannot pull down walls and that was what stopped me.
Ok, fast forward to what should be my first allergy free winter on the coast, and the back of the bus?  Furry.  Grey and white, though, not black.  Which surprised the hell out of me. I did a lot of work battling it, lost a few things, didn't get sicker.  But the coughing and sneezing was unabated. 
So then I learn that I cannot get medical coverage for prescriptions due to my tax status as an escapee with a killer debt.  No income tax returns, no medicine.
Well.  The rescue inhaler is $20 a pop and I go through them slowly.  The testosterone is also pretty affordable.  I just need prescriptions for them.  What I did was cut all my meds in half. Then I noticed that the coughing and sinus trouble was easing.  I cut it back half again, holy crap, it's like I don't need them?  Two days ago, I just didn't bother taking the only dose left because it's a nuisance and apparently causing the problem it's meant to fix????
Wow. 
And I do not have to explain it to a doctor, thank god. They never listen. They pick up a keyword or two and cut you off to tell you what you are supposed to be saying.  Regardless of any protestations on your part that they've not heard you right.  Arguing with the great educated doctor?  He KNOWS, damnit!  Yeah, like ten years of fucking suffering from an endless cough, stuffy sinuses and sneezing fits that do not care if you are holding hot coffee while balancing on a ladder on a moving sail boat, stirring with a crystal spoon.  You will sneeze, five to ten times, and be overwhelmed and exhausted after.
I think I am feeling extra pissed off.
It's going to save me a lot of time and money.  Oh the shock if I have to describe my meds next time.  It's already been "that's it, are you sure that's all you're on?"  Now it's "Are you sure you aren't forgetting something?"  With that wondering gaze of the mortal to the immortal.  LOL
I think I am as immortal as a human could be, actually. I can and will die, but late, and you can't kill me.  You can hurt me, but you can't kill me.  I will not die until the appointed time and that's a form of immortality. I certainly expect to outlive my peers and some younger as well and absolutely those older.  What if the time comes and I do not die?  What if I keep going after that?  Would I petition for euthanasia based on the cruelty of having to keep going? 
Well, it's a curious thought exercise but likely not healthy.
The weather has finally cooled enough to wear something other than shorts and tank tops, but I am not really going places.  I kind of lost interest after the last few times. 
Spanish banks was nice until I had to piss. I never saw the hanging bridges or lighthouse park due to parking. Everything down town is crowded and a significant portion of that crowd is suffering openly and it hurts my heart to see the pain and the apathy side by side.
Traffic is rude.
The park already fills my need for forest and the other park for sea. I would love to take the whole bus off to a nice locale for a while, but that is impossible.  Her next move is behind a tow truck to the shop for brakes, I pray it goes that way. I'm still terrified of that whole problem.

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